Wow I haven't written anything in awhile. I finally got my new computer, so I should be able to update, and write new stories much, much quicker. This is going to be my first No Powers fic. I hope you enjoy. This is just an intro chapter.
I do not own a thing, so please don't sue meï.
The cold November wind whipped around Scott Summers face as he ran stumbling through a cluttered alley way. I've gotta get away he thought frantically to himself. He imagined foot steps behind him, but in reality there were none. This just made him run faster. Oh, god doesn't let him find me he prayed. The only problem was that on several occasions he prayed the same words but no reply or helping hand ever came. This time it was different.
Rogue, that's my name now, she kept reminding herself. I'm not Marie D'Ancanto any more. As far as that woman is concerned, I am dead. She self-consciously pulled her jacket tighter around her as she received a few leering looks from men, some twice her age! Holy crap, that guy had to be in his fifties she thought silently. No form of expression ever showed on her face.
The cold wind swirled Jean Grey's bold red hair around her face. She shivered and snuggled deeper into her winter jacket. Those people who call themselves my parents will never find me. She repeated to herself again and again in her head. They can never force me to go to boarding school, and leave my whole life behind. She hefted her heavy duffle bag. I shouldn't have brought so much stuff she silently scolded herself. Damn this thing is getting heavy. She sighed inwardly and started searching for a place to spend her first night out on the streets.
Bobby Drake stepped off the bus, and into the bus station. Wow I finally pulled it off, I finally got away from those people. His thoughts were on his aunt and uncle who were divorced; they fought over who would keep him. His parents were either dead or something like it. The cold wind bit his face as he left the warmth of the station and headed out into the streets of New York City.
Kitty Pryde sat down on the park bench, its only temporary she thought to herself reassuringly. Gram said that I could fend for myself when she was gone, now she is. I have to keep warm though. Her grandmother had died about a week ago, and she was cast out on the streets. Her father was dead and mother re-married and didn't care about her. She felt so alone. What am I going to do; she felt a tear roll down her face and reached up to wipe it away with her gloved hand.
